Marathoners on their last leg, or anyone pushing through walls of self-imposed limitation experience an euphoria, the "runner's high". We live for those ecstatic thrills induced by extreme pleasure, while being absorbed by one or by an orchestral interplay of all five senses, the spirit-mind-body troika intensified.

ENDORPHINATIONis so much more than an organic, neurotransmitter cocktail of stimulated peptide hormones.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

The countdown to 12.21.2012 is ticking away with just 17 days to culmination of this most-hyped date. The doomsayers are coming out of the woodwork as they cash in on alarming apocryphal apocalyptic prophecies. Will there be a morning after? Should we just pencil-in holiday plans!?

Be comforted. The Mayans never said it was the end of the world. It is the end of a long 26,000 year cycle, the Zuvuya, analogous to an end of a 365 day Gregorian calendar year. The cycle ending was about the domination of the male paradigm. And, by the look of things, they didn't do such a dandy job---unless, of course you buy into the misogynist manosphere myth. Fortuately for the rest of us, their reign of greed and sexploitation, pumped up with all manner of martial male-enhancement paraphernalia is reaching an expiration date. It's a flaccid end to a taut tightrope of engineered duality that's judiciously being circumcised right down the middle.

The good news: The Divine Feminine, Goddess Sophia, maligned and subjugated for millennia, is about to have her 26,000 year return engagement astride the Mythic Ourobouros. This comeback will outdo all of Cher's many combined. In other words: the Bitch is back in town and she's gonna be more fierce than ever before. (And, I do mean that in the most venerated, exalted of terms, too).

Every dog has his day. "Entitled small penis white boy supremists"---BUFFET OVER!!

So what can we can expect from the much touted 21 December 2012 event? I like to think it's an internal, quantum phenomenon, a spontaneous combustion event that was embodied eons ago. The transplendent light of avalokiteshvara that has traveled with us throughout incarnational cycles eternally is being comprehended in our present cosmic compassionate consciousness now as a consecrated presence of collective bodhisattva selfhood.

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EPIPHANY: TRANSFIGURATION: WHY I AM WHO I AM

I must have been 5 years old, because I recall sharing a bedroom with my younger brother, 4 years my junior. He slept behind retractable bars in a crib. My twin-size bed was positioned parallel within whispering distance, the headboard situated under a rather large window festooned with curtains, sheer and diaphanous.

Except for a streetlight two houses down, there was no errant light around outside. Thus, if especially unsleepy, which was most every night, I would either kneel on my pillow, elbows propped on the sill---or, I could lay supine, neck hyper-extended and peer out into a magical star-speckled sky, drawing pictures by connecting the twinkling dots. The comforting chorus of nocturnal creatures, concealed amidst the phantasmagorical landscape, enchanted my eardrums--a drone, an incessant, yet soothing night-music lullaby, coaxed me to sleep, drifting out beyond the stars.

On one of those star-trek nights, cast adrift in the Orphic Realm, my bed transformed into an interplanetary craft and I experienced one of the first of many to follow OBEs. Except this was an epiphany---though, at the time, my young, imaginative mind construed the numinous event like something akin to Dorothy being whisked away to the Land of Oz.

It was an angelic visitation in technicolor splendor, broadcast in high definition widescreen. In short, I witnessed an avatar of a previous martyred incarnation. Attired in a black tuxedo, arms outstretched as if crucified, the body was suspended overhead at a 45 degree declination.

The sky was refulgent, the multiverse flood-lit with glorious unified light is how I would describe it today. Yet, to the wonderment of this child, the body continued to ascend heavenward, an out of sight transfiguration, borne aloft by celestial, respendent light pixelating into millions, billions, trillions of white doves...

Jost

I am an eternal seeker of the numinous and mystical. Possessing a penchant for couture and culture, I like to think outside the box. The Golden Rule has always been a guiding proverb. Off the beaten path, you would find me eager to revel in magic and adventure.

NUN ASCENDING, Assisi, 1999: Jost van Dyke

APHORISM

All the life-changing golden opportunities, every narrow escape disclosing a providential detour, prayers seemingly unanswered, wishes coming true at a precise intersection of longitude and latitude, bravely marching onward to a unique beat of miraculous systolic rhythm has led you to where you're sitting at this moment in time and space, NOW.